Maybe in some other world we’re still in love, maybe in some other world I’m laying downstairs with you. In that other world, we’re together, right this very moment. Maybe that other world is the right world, we just chose the wrong path on accident. It was all meant to be but one little mistake changed the course of our destiny, set us off of our path. One little mistake led us away from each other. Two mistakes tore us apart. The end was inevitable after the snowball began. At least I can dream though, on these nights when I’m plagued by the perfection of the past, of our past, that in this other world we’re happy. In this other world, this world that I dream about, I make you happy. I make you as happy as I know I could now. In this world, we’re the people we’ve always wanted to be and we’re together. In this other world, I’m spending the night alone in your arms, in the very spot we used to be. We’re in the middle of that bed, there’s nothing else around us, or at least there doesn’t seem to be. The love between us is palpable and not even the most stubborn of “adults” in this world could deny our love, could deny what is undeniable. In this other world, I’d never let you go. I’d never do the things I did, the things I never knew I was doing until now. In this other world, I won’t regret ruining us. I won’t have to. In this other world, I’d spend every moment making up for things I never did, I’ll devote myself to you like I always promised I would. In this other world, that little boy will have a home, and a father that loves him more than he loves himself. In this other world, we’ll be the people we always wanted to be, together. If I had never lost you in this world, maybe I would still love myself. If I had never lost you in this world, maybe you could’ve been better. When we were thirteen, you told me that you were born to love me and you knew that, in the bottom of your heart. When we were fourteen, you told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. When we were fifteen, you told me you wanted me to be your wife, the mother of your children. When we were sixteen, you told me that we were like our life was like something out of a fairytale, that we were a love story that should be documented. Throughout all of those years, you told me you loved me. In this other world, you still love me. I still hear you whisper those words to me in the middle of the night when you think I’m sleeping.